The morning sun broke over the eastern crags in a magnificent blaze of gold and crimson, burning away the last wisps of sulfur mist from the Ash Marches. From the high battlements of the Southern Bastion, the sight that stretched across the northern valley was enough to take the breath from any commander's throat. The grand muster of the Silver Realms had arrived. Over forty thousand warriors stood assembled in…
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